Chapter 12: Hell of a Meeting

Carter cleared his throat as he sat down at the head of the table, beside Ariana. He watched as she slowly uncrossed her legs and recrossed them. It was enough for him to catch a glimpse between them. Enough to know that she most likely was not... wearing anything underneath it.

He swallowed hard as she ignored his blunt staring. Her pen skirted along her bottom lip as she dipped her tongue along it. He watched her slowly bring the tip of the pen to her lips, pressing them against it.

His eyes widened as she put it further into her mouth and brought it back out, finally peering over to notice he was staring at her. She smirked and acted shocked at what she had done like she hadn't done it on purpose.

"Oops..." She mouthed at him and shrugged as she watched his eyelashes lower and his fingers curl around the binding of his notebook.